As he went toward the shadowy figure the voice of
Patches followed the laugh.
"I'll bet that was Stranger."
"I know it was," answered Phil. "What's the matter that you're not in
bed?"
"Oh, I was just listening to the horses out there, and thinking,"
returned Patches.
"Thinking about your job?" asked Phil quietly.
"Perhaps," admitted the other.
"Well, you have no reason to worry; you'll ride him all right," said the
cowboy.
"I wish I could be as sure," the other returned doubt fully.
And they both knew that they were using the big bay horse as a symbol.
"And I wish I was as sure of making good at my job, as I am that you
will win out with yours," returned Phil.
Patches' voice was very kind as he said reflectively, "So, you have a
job, too. I am glad for that."
"Glad?"
"Yes," the tall man placed a hand on the other's shoulder as they turned
to walk toward the house, "because, Phil, I have come to the conclusion
that this old world is a mighty empty place for the man who has nothing
to do."
"But there seems to be a lot of fellows who manage to keep fairly busy
doing nothing, just the same, don't you think?" replied Phil with a low
laugh.
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